The Sculpture’s Hidden Piece
“She was undyingly carving your name on the wood of her downfall.”
“Life kills you silently. You just
don’t know.”
“I realized‚ I have been
wanting for love that
I was forbidding myself
to feel loved.”
In his garden full of wonderful poetries and proses that have been dedicated—not truly dedicated to me. But for someone‚ he was longing for. I was just a mere copy cat‚ duplicated to be her.
This is my story.
A unexpectedly love story blooms and dries at the same time just like his treasured flowers in his garden when la niña and el niño came. I was destroyed.
He used to send me poems. Not flowers nor chocolates. But I love materials! Something I can keep and remember when I suffer from amnesia. I also love something to eat for it will only means that he wants me healthy. However‚ I suddenly reminisced that day.
“I want you to act like her.” He uttered.
I want to help. So‚ I nodded instantly. I like him and I want to help ease his painful heartaches.
『 Feasible faked feelings.
Fare flowers feeding.
Feelings feared‚ flies forcefully.
Floods faded fabulously. 』
Sent.
Not for me‚ but for her.
I once wished I was her. For once‚ I want to be her. I want to be the only one he use as inspiration to write. I want to be something he own. I want to be his pen and paper! That loosing them would definitely loosing me!
So I introduced myself to his world.
I welcomed myself from another scars that won’t probably heal easily.
I began writing his name over and over again. I can’t write‚ that’s the only thing I know after giving up.
Not until.
“You are my favorite pieris‚
Your petals makes me feel at ease.
Your leaves gives me reasons to live‚
Your smiles and laughter when reflected by sun creates a serene scenery.”
He called.
“Do you like it? I wrote it while thinking of you.”
“For me?”
He nodded. “Of course! For you!”
Motivated by his sweet gestures for the first time. So‚ I continued writing again. Secretly dedicating every piece I have created only for him‚ but he don’t care that much.
However‚ fairytales doesn't have happy endings‚ I was living in fantasy‚ where everything is too impossible for me. So I carved his name under the wood.
“The sculpture’s waiting‚
for you to write her
name on your
blank paper.”
Lastly added‚ “Until the end‚ she was undyingly carving your name on the wood of her downfall.”
Thank you for reading.
BINABASA MO ANG
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